Curtains

They live their lives without curtains.

Every Tuesday night you hide in the bushes, down by the sand, and watch them in their underwear.

So many photos surround you in your apartment.

You wish that he would look at you and tell you kind things about your lips and feet.

When will he see you for who you really are?

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clarissawoodwrites

I spin words from a different space • music, the sea, and nature makes my words spin • ex-lawyer • I love turning ideas on their head •

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